Marina Judenich

Flared now especially brightly in the relentless all-consuming power, and
Sparks as bulletins come true with a loud crash have directed up, in
Bottomless blue of heavens.
Whether on heart the news delivered by them was necessary to the one who is undivided
Dominated in a shining height? The answer to this question has not opened yet to me in those
Instants, and not it occupied now my unfortunate soul, already
Definitively lost terrestrial cover.
Fire brightly flaring in the middle of the area turned now into ashes and ashes that,
That there was my body, but not it painfully and has imperiously chained to itself(himself)
Attention of soul I observed of the executioner, being afraid to pass though the easy
The shade which has obscured his face, though an invisible wrinkle which would lie
Between eyebrows - me it has not been allowed to get in washed also its feelings, as
I comprehended without effort think also of feelings of any commoner from crowd - here again
Destiny or that who originally managed over me this terrible court has not allowed
To me to come nearer to for the sake of what I have made the deadly sin -
Only one, but not those hundreds and thousand terrible crimes, in which will
My executioner, sacred inquisition Only one has accused me.
But also that that was seen by me, not daring to touch his soul and thoughts,
Has shaken me and has held down any unknown earlier cold horror: - on the person
It the tears clear and pure, as tear of the baby flew, it did not hide them,
As if having forgotten about everything, and its lips silently almost, said, as a pray,
Name He called the woman Infinite deadly melancholy and a wild pain were in it
Call - and me the reason - the woman who was called by him, its wives was known to that
- The isabella here five years as there was no on this earth I was to that виною, I,
The glorified beauty, and nowadays an incorporeal phantom deprived is no time
Haven and terrible calm even in an infernal flame.
Light tears of unsatiable grief streamed on the person of my executioner and it
The show was so intolerably, that it seemed, me unfortunate, a pain corporal
Again has returned to me, and with it, also death rest perhaps is granted?
So I am naive вознадеялась, and have rushed, searching for deaths to a roaring flame
Fire But it is vain, to my look only charred remains of my body have opened,
Which ugly writhed, as if having weaved with tongues of flame in the terrible
Devil dance.
And here in the disappointed rumble of crowd - she expected from a victim of the terrible
Cries and damnations, in a flame roar, in the scared neighing of horses, I услыхала
Silent laughter All pain and sufferings, corporal and sincere, fear and horror
Tested by me before, up to the latest these minutes -
Have seemed to me easy stings of mosquitoes and the maiden sincere excitements
Before this silent laughter.